My dad seemed to hate me, he was a vet, single parent angry alcoholic. He knew I had nowhere to go and he frequently took me, it became normal to me that as well as cooking and cleaning he would humiliate me and he became increasingly bad, he became controlling, shouting and beating on me when I dressed in anything he didn't want, he owned my life. He sold pics of me online, made me serve as waitress for him and his "friends". He also let friends take me too. Some he met online who had paid to meet me.
I remember the feeling it was in a doorway, feeling the total inability to resist, I was amusing to him, he thought it was funny how I wimpered and I told him about how my dad used to take me too as he laughed at me. He fucked me, came inside, pissed on me and called me a bitch and left me crying on the ground.